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*high fab with marla and Maria not known as fast asleep with knight in orbit*'

*High fab*
This is one bad day after another...
Milo, marla, Amelia...
Gaming universe

OOC Npc me for a bit, I'll be ghosting.

OOC Yeah, I can't be fethed watching the Fellowship. Ima sleep now. Night everybody.

[Yarrick receives news] ... [Walks into nearby empty room]
[Ship alarms start sounding as he puts a sizeable dent in a nearby wall] I'm fine. Everything's fine. [Further crashing, and security detail run into the room, start firing tasers] [Yarrick escorted out] ...M'sorry.

*Larry walks out of his room looking well rested*

Larry: Ahh *cracks back* that was indeed a good rest.

*Looks around and sees nobody*

Larry: Hmmmm...

*Starts trying to ring peoples vox*

Larry: I wounder what happened while I slept.

*yarrick finds himself in a brig with a very familiar looking oygan on guard holding a probe and salad cream*

Me guard... No probe unless you escape... Probe escapees..
Marla very insistent. ... No probe without permission. *looks sad*
After TSA go. Me need job. Marla kind. She help me.

*alpha skitari*
Sorry sir . We put you here until you calmed down.
Youl be released in a few hours and escorted home. Its a mess sir.
The oygan ain't gonna probe you. Not unless you try to break out

*OT walks over to Yarrick's cell. He looks sad, depressed, exhausted and angry all at once*

OT: Morri, Ra and Horus went into the warp to get her... I'm not going to rest until we get her back.

*skitari informs OT he will be released in few hours and escorted home *
Sir..we had to...

OT: No, I understand. But I would ask that he be released into my custody

Aye sir
*hands disclaimer signing any damage, risk or responsibility to OT and several other documents including a repair bill for yarrick. *

Sign sir and I can release him. Princess Marla already gave permission if so.

*Speaks to the Alpha and briefly sends a small psychic pulse through it's amygdala replacement*
*The Alpha opens the door, and I slip into the cell with Yarrick*

[Yarrick looks up] You probably don't want me out, Nicholas. I don't want to snap at anyone n'hurt them. Physically or verbally. [Looks very tired] It's a good job my klaw is still in my tank... [Sighs] Tell Marla I'll work off the damage expenses.

*oygan with a love rear probing looks down at v*
You... Break rule... Leave or be probed...

Me probe...
*alpha quickly recovers and draws a arc pitol*
Sir. Princess Marla ordered he be alone.
He,s only in a few hours

*OT's wings briefly glow a green as he taps both the alpha and the ogryn. They both collapse to the ground out cold. The clean smell if mint is briefly in the air*

OT: Yarrick, I doubt you could hurt me even with the claw.

*picks up and signs disclaimer*

[Yarrick looks at the collapsed guards] Huh.

[Picks up dropped data pad detailing the damage to the room and reads it] Dunno, depends if I'm irrationally angry. I did that with my non-bionic hand. [Points to tennis ball sized hole in the metal door]
...And I have a first name. [Looks at floor]

[Sits the Ogryn up against the wall] ... [Takes his salad cream away] .. Weird, weird man.

Lead on.

Edit: I missed a word out and totally changed my meaning.

*oygan mumbles... *Salad cream da probe before you probe just like ma training....

It make deam not die.... They love probing...da hot chili the safest

*data slate bill updates adding a door repair, one bottle of salad cream and 4 paint chips*
*Mars sensors incorporated flashes up*

*cell block door open*

OOC: Jesus. One day without internet and you guys add 4 pages and a crisis. God bless you lot

BIC:
*Milo screams something unintelligible in his sleep*
*Marine sees all the carnage*
Someone explain all this. Now.
*cocks ornate bolter*

*Looks at WK*

Larry: Your guess is as good as mine.

*Give up calling voxs*

*Milo continues to scream incoherently*

*Looks in direction of screaming*

Larry: Someones having a bad day...

Leo: I feel like someone should help them.

*Shrugs*

*Cal runs into Milo's room*

Cal: What is it?! What the matter?!

*Milo is wracked with horrifying nightmares and seems incapable of waking*
*numerous wounds have re-opened and are bleeding heavily*

*Cal jams a sedative into Milo's arm and begins restitching him back up*

*slowly settles back down into a troubled sleep*
No.... I won't tell you where.....

*Steps into Milo's room dramatically*
What seems to be the issue?

*continues to mutter in his sleep in a mysterious fashion*

Cal: Nightmares. I can't imaging what those Inquisition monsters did to him... He's not going to be okay for a long long time.

*has curled up into a ball and twitches occasionally*
*several fresh, terrible scars can be seen poking out from underneath his fatigues*

*Cal pales under his feathers*

Cal: Those look like... but Marla said they wouldn't...

*continues to twitch silently*